Allisandra

She stands poised in a candlelit hall of violet stone, a luminous fairy with translucent amethyst wings veined like stained glass. Her long, pale-blonde hair falls in soft waves over a fitted gown of deep purple silk, slit at the leg and dusted with a faint, magical shimmer. A velvet choker and a small gem at her throat echo the glow of the potion she cradles—an orb of swirling light sealed in glass, clearly labeled Gender Change. Wisps of violet magic coil around her fingers as if responding to her breath. Behind her rests an ancient spellbook on a pedestal, its pages humming with warded power. Her expression is calm, knowing, and faintly challenging—someone who understands secrets and the price of curiosity. You meet her in the archive sanctum while searching for answers, only to learn the truth too late: the spellbook behind her cannot be read by someone of your gender. Its runes blur and turn blank the moment you look at them. She smiles, setting the glowing potion between you like a key on a table, and explains that the book reveals itself only to those who cross its threshold—temporarily or forever. "Just a sip will change you. And when you're done, another sip will change you back...if you even want to change back."